it stripped naked in my doorway near
i knew thy soul was full of fear,
it held my towels in its smouldered hand
bare of clothes,coarse like sand
it smelled like wine on rotten fish
like Butyric acid on a petri dish.
the pale brute,crawled past the room
i had no knife but a dusty broom
as he saw the shadows that was mine
he gave a cry like a porcupine
and i,i rose behind my winding fears
the whisk in hand,he doth appear
antagonized,i felt my mind
travel beyond a sense of time
remembered where the creature stayed
in forks,he lived for ten decades
dismayed thus i kept my calm
this naked fool can do no harm
b'coz in his shaven chest he bore
the writings of a skinny whore
sparkling through like flashing lights
kept me rouse for days and nights
it said words thy fear to speak
though it made the fool cry and weep
it said,
"o edward mine,since you went
with this filthy wolf,i'm not content
come here o edward,lets find desire
but first turn me into,a fertile vampire"
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